Cycle 8 Round-up

It's official. The chemo cycles are now insurmountable. Used to be I could spend the day getting poisoned, and then go back to work. No longer. This was the second time the chemo has basically laid me out for four days. I wouldn't have thought it possible to sleep for eighteen hours in a day, but at this point once the chemo starts sleep is pretty much all that interests me -- to the tune of about eighteen hours a day.

Twelve over night, plus another six strategically deployed throughout the day. Which doesn't leave a lot of time for updating the blog. Sorry. But at least Saturday had a few hours of sunshine so I was able to spend the my few waking hours driving the Roadster and meeting up with BiL4 and my nephews to see Big Hero 6.

Aside from the overwhelming need for inordinate amounts of sleep, it's been the usual package of side effects: generally feeling lousy; terrible response to even slightly cool beverages (the beer mitten is no longer sufficient); neuropathy (and may I say that sleeping with gloves on is just weird, but it's that or be kept awake by painful fingers); etc., etc., etc.

But now I'm down to just three more cycles. Unfortunately, the idea of just three more cycles used to seem like a reasonably doable number. 

Three doesn't seem very doable now. Hopefully, that will change before next Wednesday.